with guilt septers i reach and i keel. the guy feelers have tilted and crease as they peel. antennae to surplus, though crysing the surface and way. you give gifts to yourself. and your own hexless pays. and as the mind wind winds withrough the blades of brain grass. the kilters be sected from maids of the past. from beesing to fenceter, i fleajump the manger and blanket myself carefully. under a beau bridge. i play with fire. i run with scissors. i carry the koolaid in stones. cool, dirty stones. from the creek and a boxcar. thats where we play. and we is me. i am we. can we come in?
Reason for writing:
it was all written off the top of my head and i haven't really had much of a chance to decipher it yet, but i would say (from a brief overview) its about an only child who grows into a selfish adult and projects this onto others...
Birth sign: Pisces
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